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Goodbye Little Mo

Last week we had to say goodbye to our dear cat Little Mo. She hadn’t been in great shape for a while, but she still made it past 19. What a trooper. We hadn’t thought of what do to with her after being put down, but Oomoo was adamant that he wanted to her to be buried in our garden, and that she wasn’t to be cremated. Dear friends came by for moral support, and what had started as a chilly day turned in to a gloriously sunny afternoon, and we buried her in the flower bed and held a little impromptu ceremony. It couldn’t have been more beautiful. I took it really bad, and even though I was fed up with cleaning up her wee on the floor everyday, I now really miss her. I still keep expecting to find her lying on the bed in a patch of sun, or come sauntering to the front door when we come home. Rest in peace Little Mo, you were one of a kind.